Mar 19, 2009 #1 A Alexandre Member Joined Feb 22, 2008 Messages 32 Reaction score 0 Points 6 Here sunlight's coins are falling silent on pale winds. No more warmth in the metal, gold becomes silver. Evening song is forlorn, captive streets listen, grimacing. I recall hours tasted and burned, hours of innocence loosed, a child's last baby tooth.
Here sunlight's coins are falling silent on pale winds. No more warmth in the metal, gold becomes silver. Evening song is forlorn, captive streets listen, grimacing. I recall hours tasted and burned, hours of innocence loosed, a child's last baby tooth.